ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 



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THE CUCKOO - Continued. 



With slanted beams of gold, 

 At eve the dim and dewy air 



The growing shades enfold . 

 But morn and eve, repeated slow, 

 The voice is calling, soft and low, 

 Cuckoo, etc. 



3 The pine is fragrant under foot, 5 



Ana sweet the spicy air. 

 But still that distant voice allures 



To seek it everywhere : 

 Now louder, then far off and low, 

 What means it, ever calling so, 



Cuckoo, etc. 

 " Happy Voices " by permission of Taintor Bros., 



Some happy spirit seems, 

 That beckons" us to fairy -land, 



Whose realms we see in dreams, 

 Where never mortal steps may go, 

 Unless it leads them, calling so, 

 Cuckoo, etc. 



It is the spirit of the woods, 



That sings, in happy rest. 

 Such quiet and contented notes, 



As suit the forest best ; 

 Its peaceful shades no sound should know, 

 But that sweet song so soft and low, 



Cuckoo, etc, 

 &Co. 



THE OLD MOUNTAIN TREE. 



JAMES G. CLARK. 



1. Oh ! the home we loved by the bounding deep, Where the hills in glo - ry 



2. We are pil-grims now in a stran - ger land, And the joys of youth are 



3. Oh ! the time went by, like a tale that's told In a land of song and 



stood ; And the moss-grown graves where our fathers sleep/Xeath the boughs of the waving 

 passed ; Kind friends are gone, but the old tree stands, Still unharm'd by the warring 

 mirth, And many a form in the church-yard cold, Finds a rest from the cares of 



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wood ; We re - mem-ber yet with a fond re-gret For the rock and the flow'ry 

 blast ; Oh, the lark may sing in the clouds of spring, And the swan on the sil - ver 

 earth ; And for many a day when we're far a - way, O'er the waves of the western 



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